Fishing...for many of you it conjurs up the idea of leisurely sitting on a dock, or getting in a fast boat, using the best lures, trying different baits, and catching the elusive wide-mouth bass. Not for me.
Fishing... it went something like this: 1. Wake up before daybreak (way before)
2. put on old clothes and wading shoes. 3. Get in our little boat, and seine for minnows (only rain minnows will do). 4. If they aren't feeding in place 1, 2, or three...Keep looking! 5. Once minnows are found, get in the boat and fish for trout, "speckled" only. 6. All along the way, hear the same story of how Grandpa courted Grandma, here, here and here while he was driving the first mailboat across the bay.
7. Hear the story of how Indians camped on this bayou, and how uncle Zeke says there is a ghost over here. 8. Crabbing is good here, scallops are good here. 9. Lets catch a fish or two so mama knows we were fishing. 10. Catch a fish (maybe). 11.. Go home, clean the boat, clean the motor, clean the fish or two. 12. Roll my eyes and wish my sister would take a turn at this "summer fun".
What about tomorrow? Repeat steps 1-12 all over again and secretly love every minute of it!
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